Chapter 9
I must have slept in, for when I got downstairs the next day, my two housemates were cooking breakfast. Cooking, yes, and the lights on, and my alarm clock had still worked. Only static came from the radio, however. As I walked into the kitchen, I heard Burk.
“When it’s safer, we’ll hike over to Good Vibrations and get you a dick.”
“I—what?”
I felt like asking the same thing, but instead, all I did was yawn. “Maybe find a motorcycle or a couple of bicycles. That’s a bit of a trek.” I knew what store he was talking about, but it was obvious Mac did not. Why she—s**t—he should have heard of an adult toy store yet, I don’t know, but I wouldn’t mind a trip there myself. Unless the real thing started creeping into my bedroom at night, and I’m sure if I felt that need, then my much
